Compartment 14B

My GOD people, I am stuffed with water. I have to have a full bladder for the ultrasound in an hour and I’m terrified of it not being full enough and them sending me away; almost as terrified as I am of having my bladder SO full that the pressure of the ultrasound wand will make me pee right there.

I was thirsty this morning and it takes a couple of days for me to fully rehydrate after the consecutive gym nights on Tuesday and Wednesday. So I’ve had over 2 L (8 cups for you Yankees) already, and I have at least another ˝ L to go (2 more cups) if I’m going to fulfill my “drink a litre about an hour before your ultrasound” directions.

You know what popped into my head just now? When I was young I heard a Native American story that went something like this (and keep in mind, I heard this more than 20 years ago so the details may not be accurate):

A smaller, cleverer woodland creature, in an attempt to avoid getting eaten by a bear, tricks the bear into drinking an entire lake or river. Then he points at the bear’s tail and exclaims, “Your tail!”

The bear bends over to look between his legs at his tail but he’s so full of water that he bursts and all the water comes out in a fine spray. That was the origin of fog/mist.

I feel for the bear. I really do.

J’s on his way to pick me up – next time I write it’ll be post-ultrasound!!!